grammargirl: (vintage knitting)
I can has knitting blog!

http://stockinetteforever.wordpress.com

Odds that my updates there will be less glacial than my activity here of late: middling.

Come check it out if you are so inclined. I've got an RSS feed and everything, just like the big kids!
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I know it's bad form to post here for the first time in more than a month with a link, but this Vanity Fair article about the insanity that is Iceland is so awesome it needs to be shared with people outside my Google Reader contacts. I don't know what's better: the bit about the necessity of hiring people to ensure that Icelandic construction sites are elf-free, or the following assertion:

Because Iceland is really just one big family, it’s simply annoying to go around asking Icelanders if they’ve met Björk. Of course they’ve met Björk; who hasn’t met Björk? Who, for that matter, didn’t know Björk when she was two? “Yes, I know Björk,” a professor of finance at the University of Iceland says in reply to my question, in a weary tone. “She can’t sing, and I know her mother from childhood, and they were both crazy. That she is so well known outside of Iceland tells me more about the world than it does about Björk.”
 

Anyway, the whole thing is fantastic and you should all go read it immediately.
 
 
grammargirl: (Sexy librarian)
MASTER LIBRARY SCI.
Degree Type:  MLS Cumulative GPA:  3.791 Total Credits:  36.0
Date Awarded:  February 1, 2009
Majors:  LIBRARY SCIENCE


Holy crap, I have a Masters degree.

Also:

Jan. 22nd, 2009 10:53 am
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It's funny because it's true!



grammargirl: (I don't wanna grow up)
Much to my surprise, I find myself not entirely displeased with this development.
grammargirl: (Sexy librarian)
Poking my head in for the first time in nearly three weeks to announce that last night I finished THE LAST PAPER I WILL EVER HAVE TO WRITE FOR LIBRARY SCHOOL HOLY CRAP.

Ahem.
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As is traditional, here is a list of things for which I am thankful this year:

  • The close relationship between my mom and me since I moved to NY
  • The unconditional love (as long as I keep feeding her) of one Miss Pollycat, purring contentedly on my lap as I type
  • Friends, new and old
  • Haley Bug gets her very own bullet. She knows why.
  • So does Rebecca
  • A job that challenges and excites me
  • A thoroughly unexpected Thanksgiving bonus from said job
  • Wonderful boss and coworkers
  • The financial security that allows me to buy the occasional skein of yarn or pretty shoes or nice dinner without worrying about paying rent
  • The astonishing potential of a ball of yarn and a set of needles
  • Crisp days perfect for showing off handknits
  • Perfect red velvet cake, my favorite ice cream in the world, awesome middle eastern food, and the platonic ideal of a coffee shop--all within a two-and-a-half-block radius of my apartment
  • Ample reading material

grammargirl: (annoyed kitty)
I am officially declaring tomorrow Birthday 2.0 because today was simply unacceptable. Instead of featuring high tea and yarn fumes with [livejournal.com profile] girlunravelled, as it was supposed to, it featured rain, a full day of running myself ragged at work because I was so far behind from being sick, slogging through the rain at lunch to buy my own birthday cupcakes because no one else was going to, no birthday lunch from the boss (though she did give me flowers, which was nice), a crapton of identical Facebook messages, mostly from people I barely know, slogging through more rain to get to class, then slogging back home again to an apartment with no food and my cat, who was admittedly very vocal in her joy at seeing me.

Birthday 2.0, guys. I can haz it?

2008 can officially bite me. Plz to validate my existence, Internets.
grammargirl: (Xkcd boom de yada)
Yes we can!



































It's been a hell of a couple of days, guys.

YES WE DID!

Nov. 4th, 2008 11:34 pm
grammargirl: (Xkcd boom de yada)
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I don't think I really thought it would happen.

Holy crap.

I just don't have anything more eloquent in me right now. Here, have some more exclamation points:

!!!!!!!!!!
grammargirl: (Copyeditor cat)
I was at work until 7:30 last night.

Today, I spent twelve hours straight copyediting a manuscript. I worked through breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I didn't move from my chair except to acquire food or go to the bathroom.

I am still not done.

I kind of want to die.

I need to go put on a mindless DVD and scrub the lines of text from the inside of my eyelids. I don't even think I have the hand-eye coordination left to knit. Oy.

I need a vacation so bad it hurts.
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Obama
You preferred Obama's statements 100% of the time

Voting purely on the issues you should vote Obama

Who would you vote for if you voted on the issues?

Find out now!
grammargirl: (I can kill you with my brain.)
For the first time in something like two weeks, I finished everything I was supposed to finish at work today. In celebration, I present the following, courtesy of [livejournal.com profile] strangerface :

As was demonstrated in an interview with Katie Couric, Sarah Palin is unable to name any Supreme Court Case other than Roe v. Wade.

The Rules: Post info about ONE Supreme Court decision, modern or historic, to your lj. (Any decision, as long as it's not Roe v. Wade.) For those who see this on your f-list, take the meme to your OWN lj to spread the fun.)


Brown Vs. The Board of Education of Topeka was the historic case that overturned the "separate but equal" doctrine and declared racial segregation in educational institutions to be unconstitutional.

Per Wikipedia:

Brown v. Board of Education of Topeka, 347 U.S. 483 (1954),[1] was a landmark decision of the United States Supreme Court, which overturned earlier rulings going back to Plessy v. Ferguson in 1896, by declaring that state laws that established separate public schools for black and white students denied black children equal educational opportunities. Handed down on May 17, 1954, the Warren Court's unanimous (9-0) decision stated that "separate educational facilities are inherently unequal." As a result, de jure racial segregation was ruled a violation of the Equal Protection Clause of the Fourteenth Amendment of the United States Constitution. This victory paved the way for integration and the civil rights movement.[2]





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I've done this meme so many times with must-read book lists full of old white dudes, I thought it might be nice to do it with Jezebel's list of 75 Books Every Woman Should Read. I've done the usual bold the ones you've read, italicize the ones you want to read, underline the ones you loved thing.

Excelsior! )

Huh, looks like I do better with the old/dead white guys, who knew? I'm surprised The Handmaid's Tale isn't on here, but otherwise, good list.
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1. I just got invited, completely randomly, to see Equus tonight. It's the tail end of previews--opening night's Thursday--which means I should get to see the performance just about as polished as it's going to be, while still getting to avoid (most of) the insane screaming fangirls. (Having seen a production of Equus at the Stratford Festival in high school, I am well aware that the infamous nude scene is pretty much the least erotic thing ever, but I'm not going to lie... I am the teeniest, tiniest bit curious to see, you know, "Harry Potter's wand." I know, I know. *hangs head in shame*)

2. Neil Gaiman's reading at Columbia Teacher's College a week from today, at 7PM. Is anyone interested in joining me? It's "free and open to the public," which means if we're going to snag good seats, someone's probably going to need to stake out territory pretty early, and I won't be able to get there before 6.

grammargirl: (Be more awesome)
Okay, for the most part I am convinced that Maureen Dowd has completely lost her mind and has been running exclusively on lipstick and hair dye fumes for the past several years. But this? This is brilliant.
grammargirl: (Prose Before Hos)
I was sitting on the 6 train this afternoon, on the way to pick up a prescription, in the midst of an in memorium post mortem reading of "A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again," from the eponymous book of essays by the late lamented David Foster Wallace, whose many obituaries I can't seem to stop reading (and whose occasionally infuriating run-on style appears to be rubbing off on me). ASFTINDA is a lengthy exegesis of DFW's experience as a passanger on a luxury cruise ship, and it is one of the funniest things I have ever read. I was so engrossed that I wasn't even conscious of my own hysterical giggles until the besuited gentleman sitting next to me asked if I was "actually laughing at a footnote." Why yes, besuited gentleman subway passenger, that is precisely what I was doing.

I am also, in my grand tradition of contemplating literary and/or grammar-nerdy tattoos that I wouldn't mind gracing my body for the rest of my life, now considering getting a tattoo that says, simply, "This is water."
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I don't usually mention celebrity deaths here, but I just learned that David Foster Wallace hanged himself last night and I find myself surprisingly distraught. Not for the loss of David Foster Wallace himself (I've never met him, or heard him speak) or even his writing talent (I really enjoyed some of his essays, but Infinite Jest made me want to throw it against a wall), but for strangely personal reasons. DFW will always remind me of my favorite college roommate and my favorite ex-boyfriend, one of whom is halfway across the country and the other of whom is literally on the other side of the world. All the technological communication innovations the 21st century has to offer and I can't seem to find anyone to commiserate in realtime about the loss of a writer whose brilliance and occasionally infuriating erudition helped, in some small way, make the second-worst year of my life more bearable. Or at least more full of endless digressions and footnotes.

RIP, DFW. The thought of your passing gives me the howling fantods.

(This is as good an excuse as any to link to one of my favorite Onion articles ever: Girlfriend Stops Reading David Foster Wallace Breakup Letter At Page 20)
grammargirl: (Paper En Why Cee)
Wish you were here
grammargirl: (Arm yourselves!)


That's all I got today, kids. My brain hurts.

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